.. look out. I suppose it was the Viking in him. It had taken him a long time to get the berserker under a semblance of control but I knew ... that ..... just under the surface ... lurked...“UNDERSTAND?”“Yes, Sir.”“Good ... see that you remember that.”“Yes, Sir.”That was then ... this is now.“It’s not an idle threat, young man. Your dad was the only person who could control my temper...” I gave him the evil mom look. “And he’s not here to stop me. You’re on notice.“Rule change. David, you will. “And at three o’clock she’s got a dentist appointment, don’t forget,” she said.Mikey was getting close, his hips involuntarily rising to meet Lauren’s bobbing head.“OK,” he managed to pant in reply to his wife’s statement.“Are you OK? You sound out of breath?” Sarah asked.“Y-yes, fine, thank you,” Mikey just about managed to reply.And then his body shook. His hips jerked into the air. His hot cum shot into Lauren’s mouth and he let out a grunt that he couldn’t suppress.Lauren’s mouth was making. We started with some pictures of me in a black dress and then a few in a knee-length pleated skirt, with stockings underneath, a good length heel and a white blouse, kind of secretary style. He asked me to hitch the skirt up a little to the level where the stocking tops showed, but not bare flesh and took a number of pictures with me first sitting then standing with the skirt still hitched.He then asked me to turn away and slowly bend over while looking back over my shoulder. I knew this was. Where's the brief? "Sarah, gets up, gives me a fist bump, pops a roach on my desk, and says, "You're awesome, I love you. Email me what you've got by tomorrow night." As she heads out the door. "You left your shoes!" She doesn't stop, instead she yells as she walks down the hall, "You get to keep those. Thank yooooooo."Everyone looks at me waiting for a response. I just shake my head and say "Jesus Christ... what just happened?" Remmy joked that if I didn't want the Dr. Scholls, she could get.